User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-3135907-20150410175241/@comment-3135907-20160412182236

The ship was by in large vacant; nobeast stirred to aft, nor to fore.

Swodd grinned and, finishing packing up his new belongings, tramped off toward his hammock. "Sleep tight, buckoes."